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Across the street, the driveway of 402 was bathed in the thin, slanting light of a late-autumn morning. And Rick was out there. Daryl’s breath hitched, just once, a mechanical stutter in his chest that he didn't acknowledge. Rick was wrestling with a lawnmower, the old red push-mower he refused to replace despite the pristine, self-driving machines the other neighbors used. He'd started in a heavy flannel - Daryl had watched it come off twenty minutes in, flung over the porch railing like a shed skin - and stripped down to a t-shirt that had probably been white once, years ago, but was now gray with age and washed thin, the sleeves cut off unevenly to expose tanned, corded muscle. His breath was fogging in short, hard bursts. He looked... Daryl searched for the word, rolling it around his mind like a smooth stone, tasting the shape of it. Golden. He looked golden. or A hunter learns the difference between a trap and a cage very early. A trap is what you use when the animal doesn't know it's dying yet. A cage is what you build when you've decided to keep it alive. This is a story about a cage.

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